A baby girl is born in the night, on the long route from Magnimar to Kaer Maga. She comes into the world screaming, and her mother weeps with joy that her fourth birthing was successful, and gives the child a name that no other ears will hear. To the midwife, her sister, she gives the name Stari, and when she brings in her husband he grins down at his youngest daughter, resting his hand softly on his wife's shoulder.
In the night, alone with her child, Leenda whispers stories to the child, naming her again and again with that lost name, so it can be hers and none can harm her in the knowing. She tells of how she and Napthali met, and the great fish she saw in the river yesterday, and her hopes and dreams for the one in her lap. And overhead the stars burn and twinkle, the eyes of Elysium gazing upon the newest entrant into this world.